Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pedal To The Medal , by - Wiz Khalifa. Release date: 13.04.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pedal To The Medal |
| Cool |
| Blue Ice, |
| Things never looked this nice |
| It’s the life we live, it’s the price we pay |
| 400 a zip, imperial rose |
| Black diamonds and all of my whips timeless, |
| Vow to never break your heart or a promise |
| I got us |
| Ain’t a show off, just being honest |
| You wanna sip mimosas, I’ll pour em |
| Take a trip, we can blow a few dollars |
| Other bitches you heard about em |
| But you’re moving forward and never backwards |
| Cop shorty a quarter, let her roll it up for practice |
| Love to role play, you studying to be an actress |
| What the haps is, I’ma call you later then I’ll fall through |
| Maybe we can all get faded |
| And I’m 100, them others tryin to fake it |
| Self made G millionaire in the making |
| Boss of my team, bringin home the bacon |
| Ya nigga fallin off you need a replacement, |
| Face it |
| Now you drunk and your heart’s racin |
| Let me buy you a drink, better yet a bottle |
| Girl you look good, you remind me of a model |
| Ooh yeah, yeah. |
| Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah |
| So we off to the crib, girly gon' follow |
| Pedal to the medal, everything full throttle |
| Ooh yeah, yeah. |
| Yeah-ee, yeah, yeah |
| The money come in, the money go |
| The same seem to pertain to them corny hoes |
| So I keep it G, continually stack this paper |
| While all them bitches chase me |
| Won’t be a ?? |
| safety |
| Bitch can’t hold her self down |
| Then she bound to drizz out |
| We party in Vegas, Smokin' |
| Pina Colada papers |
| Travel the world, people know what our face is |
| Waitress, bringin em by the cases |
| For me and my real niggas, we not in the matrix |
| I’m talkin plane shit, that shit you have to join the gang wit |
| Can probably make you leave your man |
| For first class living, taking pictures in the sand |
| 100 thousand dollar whips, shopping trips to Japan |
| So you rollin' if you know like I know |
| Them niggas don’t go where I go |
| Gangsta |
| Ok |
| Mami, I fucks wit you borderline stuck wit you |
| I roll up, hit the airport and stunt wit you |
| Count all this bread, maybe split a cut wit you |
| No respect for niggas who smoke blunts wit you |
| All wins, No loss |
| Big house, mowed lawn |
| No lease, owned cars |
| Straight work, I’m my own boss |